pieces of tin of iron against stones, so frightening the whales that
they crowded in a body into a little creek or inlet.

This was just what the whalers wanted them to do. Because, once in the
narrow place, so many of them could not escape, and it became easy to
capture them. Men-Folks do really know a very great deal. It makes me
afraid of them.

An urchin-fish would make you laugh. Some call it a sea-hedgehog. It
looks as if covered all over with great thorns, and a baby sea-urchin
looks as if it was all ready to burst, it is so thick and round.

A sunfish was an odd piece. It had round eyes, and the queer little fins
just back of its neck looked like shoulder-capes. It was so fat it had
to swim with a waddle.

The herring I so much like for food are to be found in nearly all
waters, and abundant, sweet, and inviting. Famous ramblers they are,
going in great parties of thousands in number, through wide tracts of
ocean and sea. I have found that a great deal of "money," whatever that
may be, is made by Folks out of the herring fisheries, along the
Atlantic seacoast.

And let me whisper: Do you like sardines? Well, some Folks say that
herring do not live in the Mediterranean Sea, that ancient Folks knew
nothing about them, but that what we know as herring are really
sardines. These are caught in great numbers, pickled in some way, then
soaked in oil, are put in little tin boxes, tightly sealed, and sent all
over the world.

But let me whisper again, and this makes Lord Dolphin smile; it may make
you laugh. But honestly, they _say_ that immense numbers of little
herring, or alewives, a little fish very much like a herring, are caught
on western shores of the Atlantic, pickled, packed in oil, and sold for
sardines.

Isn't it all very funny? If I eat sardines and call them herring, and
folks eat herring and call them sardines, why are we not square? But as
I want to be very honest in all I say, it may be that in speaking of the
herring I so much prefer, I ought to say they are found oftenest at the
far western part of the Mediterranean, where the ancient Folk were not
so likely to explore.

After I had sailed for days, gliding like a streak through the deep,
untroubled water, I came again to the Strait of Gibraltar.

Oh, with what a thrill of delight I saw this time, in these far happier
days than when last I passed through it, this narrow outlet from ocean
to sea. I went through first in a tank, I returned w